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I feared lest we were going to Reedham, for there my folk would certainly rise in arms to rescue me, and that would have made things hard for them; but we went on southward, riding very fast, until after many long miles we came to the little hill of the other Burgh that stands where Waveney parts in two streams, one eastward to the sea, and the other northward to join the Yare mouth.
Sir Feeb. Bel. Sir Feeb. Come, come, quick, good Francis, adod, I'm as yare as a Hawk at the young Wanton nimbly, good Francis, untruss, untruss. Bel. Sir Feeb. So, so, my Breeches, good Francis. But well, Francis, how dost think I got the young Jade my Wife? Bel. With five hundred pounds a year Jointure, Sir. Sir Feeb.
"G'long," said the trader, as if he would have said it before if he had thought of it. But the horse had taken but a few steps when another voice greeted him. "Howaryer, Monroe?" said Reuben Granger. "Whoa," said Monroe. "Howaryer?" "Been down to the Centre?" asked Reuben. "Yare." "Got some calves in there, I see." "Wal, yes; been doin' some tradin'." Reuben nodded. "Ain't any news, I take it?"
The Indiana boy leaned in front of John Andrews, putting an arm round his shoulders, and talked to the other man. "You from Frisco?" "Yare." "That's goddam funny. You're from the Coast, this feller's from New York, an' Ah'm from ole Indiana, right in the middle." "What company you in?" "Ah ain't yet. This feller an me's in Casuals." "That's a hell of a place.... Say, my name's Fuselli."
A company of English and French Buccaneers landed some time afterwards on this island, whence they went over to the continent, and marched by land to the Cape River, otherwise called Yare, or Vanquez river, which falls into the gulf of Mexico, near Cape Gracias a Dios, on the Mosquito shore.
"She comes out of this yare pit wheer t'owd man was chucked, and wanders about the wood and th' rise, a-yellin' somefin awful. It's nowt to hear her we've all heerd her for that matter but to see her is to meet a bloody and violent end within the month. That's why they call this 'ere pit 'the Shrieking Pit. I'm thinkin' that owd Mr.
"Monroe," called a voice from the porch, "did you bring them calves?" "Yare," said Monroe. "I told you if you stopped to bring 'em, you wouldn't be home till after dark." "Wal?" "I told you 't would be dark and you'd be late to supper." "Wal?" and Monroe took down the end of the wagon, and persuaded out the calves.
At every place where Lois had been that day she had told her bit of good news, and at every place it had been met with the same kindly smile and "I'm glad he's back, Lois." Yet Joe Yare, fresh from two years in the penitentiary, was not exactly the person whom society usually welcomes with open arms.
It must be that the young lord hath small wit to take such a course. Or mayhap he looketh more behind him than before as he rideth, fearing pursuit." And now they were come to the Yare; and it seemed that they would be obliged to swim across it. "Never swam I in my life," declared Richard Wood, "and I will not now begin."
He was sobered instantly. "She is well; and enjoying herself, I gather from her last letter. They are on the wing constantly, you know, and it was unusually short. They are now headed for Venice, with a certain Lord Ellerslie in train. Do you happen to know him?" There was a mild anxiety in his tone. "Yare Ellerslie? Yes, I know him very well.
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